˗ˏˋ school hiatus. ˎˊ˗

super  low-activity  'til  the  end  of  june !

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                              we  are  the  spark.     /     est.  dec. ‘15.

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          SUR·VIV·AL :  n     i.  the  act  of  dying  slower  than  those  around  you .

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alright  i’ve  been  putting  off  posting  this  for  a  while  now  because  i  thought  i’d  have  my  stuff  figured  out  soon,   but  the  way  things  are  looking  right  now:  i  won’t.   i  know  i’ve  been  saying  that  i’d  be  back  eventually,   but  things  have  been  coming  up  left   &   right  that  have  seriously  affected  my  online  presence   &   i  think  it’s  time  for  a  fresh  start.   i’m  not  sure  whether  i’ll  just  revamp,  or  if  i’ll  archive  this  blog  altogether   &   actually  start  anew,   but  i  don’t  have  the  mental  capacity  to  just  pick  up  where  i’ve  left  off  here,  i  hope  y’all  understand.  i  know  this  post  might  sound  more  serious  than  i  usually  am,   &   i’m  really  sorry  for  that!!   i’m  just  not  in  a  good  place  right  now   &   a  lot  of  the residual  Bad  Feels  seem  to  be  lingering  in  the  form  of  this  blog,  if  that  makes  any  sense  at  all?

ANYWAY.   currently,  i  have  a  totally  different  muse  in  the  works,   &   i’m  hoping  that’ll  help  me  get  back  into  the  swing  of  rp  related  things,  but  for  now  i’m  going  to  give  poe  a  break   &   hope  that  my  muse   &   will  to  write  return  soon.  i’ll  be  sure  to  keep  you  guys  updated,  as  i’m  planning  on  setting  up  my  other  blog  this  weekend!   i  really  appreciate  everyone’s  patience   &   i  love  you  all  to  bits,  sorry  for  taking  so  long  to  let  y’all  in  on  this  stuff!!

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(made of stars)

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blackleader:

ARISE, verb, /əˈraɪz/ arose, arisen i. To get up, as from a sitting or prone position; rise. ii. To awaken and get up: arose at dawn. iii. To move upward; ascend. iv. To come into being; originate: hoped that a new spirit of freedom was arising. v. To result, issue, or proceed: mistakes that arise from a basic misunderstanding.

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trooperone:

♡. ◜↻ @rapierone

his dreams are stygian. colored black  &  blue with the tip of a lightsaber. where crimson had seemed like blood that he tasted between his teeth, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. they turn to nightmares. loud like the sound of the earth rupturing beneath him. cold hands  &  even colder tools. loneliness is the smell of a sterile room. a kiss pressed to his forehead then it is silent. loneliness is the sound of a ship taking off. it doesn’t return, but what comes in something akin to the sun. he feels it on his skin as if for the first time  &  large dark eyes open to the sight of him. in all his exhaustion, a smile cracks open on his face that seems ancient  &  unfamiliar.  (  a sight for terribly sore eyes. he smiles because there is still light.  )   ❛  ━━━━━━━ POE DAMERON. ❜

HIS  BREATHS  FALL  IN  TROCHAIC  PROCESSION,  subconsciously  mirroring  the  cyclical  crescendos  of  inhales  that  declare  a  promise  of  return,  of  survival;  his  existence  has  seemed  routinely  beyond  utility  walls,  as  though  he  had  been  living  vicariously  through  the  rise  and  fall  of  another’s  chest,  waiting   ––––––   some  metaphor  for  his  staunch  resolution,  perhaps,  for  all  his  faith    &    need  to  extend  his  hope  unto  others.   thumb  brushes  the  synthetic  leaves  of  flowers  (of  which  most  are  from  the  commander  himself),  picking  away  at  the  dusty  remnants  of  impatience,  time,  in  a  seemingly  innocent  mean  of  distraction   ––––––   but  even  this,  he  thinks,  has  become  a  dull  practice  of  mere  comfort,  for  he  can’t  dismiss  the  worry  that  seems  incessant  in  his  forethoughts.   when  his  name  lingers  in  the  quiet  ambiance,  lurid    &    novelly  familiar,  everything  escapes  him  in  the  moment  he  takes  to  heed  the  pair  of  eyes  long  yearned  for,  excitement    &    rapture    &    relief  impressed  by  his  wide  grin    &    bright  eyes    ––––––    (remember  to  thank  the  stars  later,  foolish  boy,  for  the  sun  loves  you  now,   embraces  you  with  his  gilded  smile).    ❛    finn,  pal.   you   ––––––   i’m. . .   you  feeling  okay ?    ❜

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POE  DAMERON  #5  AKA  MY  UNDOING

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i  want  you  all  to  know  that  despite  what  you  look  like  or  what  you’ve  gone  through,  what  you  have  been  told  or  called  or  made  out  to  be:  you  are  fucking  gorgeous,  inside  and  out.  you  are  fucking  celestial  -  you  are  fucking  important  and  you  fucking  matter.   the  universe  is  damn  lucky  to  have  you  here  with  us,  and  i  feel  genuinely  blessed  to  be  alive  at  the  same  time  as  you,  because  each  and  every  one  of  you  is  uniquely  beautiful  and  you  offer  such  wonder  in  your  own  special  way;  you  are  talented  and  incredible  and  no  one  can  take  that  away  from  you,  because  you’re  strong  and  you’ve  gotten  so  far  already.   i  want  to  remind  you  that  you’re  not  alone,  and  that  i  truly  am  here  for  you  and  think  the  world  of  you,  because  that’s  what  you  deserve  and  more.   take  a  second  to  remind  yourself  how  lovely  you  are,  because  you’re  here  now  and  you’ve  made  it  and  you’re  doing  such  amazing things.   take  a  second  to  breathe,  and  thank  your  beautiful  body  for  sustaining,  for  pulling  through  every  bad  day  that  has  been  thrown  your  way,  for  every  single  time  it  has  helped  you  move  on.   you  are  beautiful,  and  you  are  loved,  please  don’t  let  anyone  let  you  believe  any  different.

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sangre:

when your favorite characters get reduced to generic or obvious traits or cliches and the whole fandom adopts it as canon

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saintlyhart:

her  attempts  at  suppressing  her  giggles  were  F U T I L E  ,  seeing  as  the  current  situation  had  her  atop  the  pilot’s  back  .  her  tiny  feet  kicked  out  of  anticipation  ,  arms  wrapped  securely  a r o u n d  his  neck  to  prevent  the  DISASTER  of  her  falling  off  of  him  .  childish  antics  seemed  to  settle  ,  and  boy  ,  was  she  prepared  to  cause  shenanigans  .  she  had  not  been  raised  to  a  c  t  like  a  nuisance  ,  more  like  a  poised  ,  perfect  little  mary  sue  .  now  that  she  had  the  opportunity  to  be  playful  and  have  friends  ,  she  was  READY  to  take  on  that  C  H  A  L  L  E  N  G  E  .

❛      O  W  A  R  D  ,  my  gallant  knight  !      ❜

rapierone . 

THIS  JOCULAR  AMBIANCE  BEGETS  WHAT  MIRTH   marks  his  bright  features  with  lines  of  age;   it  is  theirs,   this  freedom,    &    there  is  a  promise  of  forever  surmised  in  moments  such  as  these.   amusement  manifests  in  bubbling  laughter,   thunderous  merriment  rising  from  beyond  his  throat;  strong  hands  support  the  weight  of  the  other  as  he  capers  about  edges    &    bounds  in  a  sporadic  procession  of  two,  occasional  sharp  turn  preceded  by  his  parody  of  a  fighter’s  laser  canon  noise.   imitative  radio  crackle  soon  succeeds  what  laughter  had  previously  parted  his  grin,    &    he  addresses  erin  with  muffled  regard.

❛    krrrk    ––––––    black  leader  to  erin,  come  in  erin  !!    ❜

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do you have a medkit???? cause I scrapped my knees falling for you.♡

❛    stars,   finn   ––––––  !!    ❜    antecedent  worry  is  abated  by  quiet  chuckle,   blithe  regard  afforded  to  the  man  who  is,  evidently,  unharmed  (much  to  dameron’s  subjugated  relief).   a  tense  arm  lowers    &    digits  press,  fold  ‘round  the  shoulder  of  this  individual  whom  he’s  too  afeard  to  lose;   such  cossetting  is  decidedly  unwarranted,  he  knows,  for  much  worse  has  befallen  him    &    fretting  over  such  incidental  affairs  seems  undue.

soldier ,  survivor   ––––––  what  acme  of  perseverance    &    existing  has  found  its  way  to  poe  dameron’s  stark  crux  has  sated  his  incessant  want  for  something  to  hold  onto    &    care  for.  excessive,  it  may  seem,  but  to  be  reminded  of  what  fate  has  assigned  him  this  cosmic  marvel  through  such  veritably   (dare  he  say)   cute  means  is  enough  to  merit  a  brisk  press  of  lips  against  cheek,   laugh  dripping  past  a  gleeful  smile.     ❛    you  had  me  worried  there,  pal.  didn’t  peg  you  for  the  cheesy  type,   but  i’ll  admit   ––––––   that  was  adorable.    ❜

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rough, worn fingers trace themselves along the tired lines of his shoulders as he sleeps. tentatively pressing his lips to his shoulder blades and humming a tune he'd heard in passing. anything to shake the nerves from his limbs. the closeness made his head swim but he whispers adoration into his skin anyway.

VULNERABILITY   MANIFESTS   IN   UNCONVENTIONAL   WAYS ,   in  various  increments  of  lurid  wonder  within  the  heart  of  man,   within  the  psyche  of  a  conscious  beast  aware  of  his  inevitable,   igneous  demise.   kindling  sinew   ––––––   dark,   rouging  skin  burns  with  every  feather  touch  to  the  marred  canvas  of  his  back.   these  clandestine  affairs  beyond  the  adversely  familiar  litter  of  war    &    chaos  within  the  galaxy  that  surrounds  them,   paired  with  the  disquiet  by  the  doing  of  his  own  renegade  thoughts,  usher  lethargic  sentiments  full  of  warmth    &    adoration.

the  soft,   continuous  flutter  of  skin  joining  skin  slowly  draws  him  from  inertness    &    he  becomes  acutely  aware  of  the  tickle  of  breath  just  beyond  his  sleep-stiff  joints.   there  is  naught  to  be  done  when  his  laugh  spills  in  one  loud,  vibrant  flush,    &    he instead  turns  to  meet  the  face  of  his company;   gaze  methodically  traverses  the  lines  of  the  body  beside  him,   familiarising  himself  anew  with  the  man  he’d  come  to  care  so  ardently  for.   quirk  of  lips  precedes  tired  speech,   voice  a  barely  discernible  resonance  between  shared  breaths.       ❛    mm    ––––––    hey,   you.    ❜

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xaedificare:

     ‘ oh, don’t make any promises you don’t intend to keep, flyboy, ‘ ariadne said with a wink, pushing herself off the pillar to head back towards the cantina. ‘but yeah, i’m free tonight, since you asked so nicely. ‘

❛    now   ––––––   you  callin’  me  a  liar,   miss  ?    ❜    he’d  afforded  a  brief  huff  of  a  laugh,   dusty  rag  wrung  by  stained  digits  to  occupy  the  space  between  sweaty,   calloused  palms.   how  she’d  entertained  his  rejoinder  with  one  of  her  own  seized  his  interest  wholly,   as  though  it  hadn’t  theretofore.   ❛    you  don’t  wanna  stick  around  ‘n  watch  me  play  in  my  cockpit ?    ❜

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mourndecay:

getting  caught  in  the  cross - fire  had  not  been  apart  of  the  PRINCESS’S  intentions  ,  neither  had  she  deliberately  wanted  to  be  left  to  bleed  out  amongst  the  thousands  of  people  thrown  out  like  rag  dolls  .  to  slip  into  a  slumber  that  would  most  likely  last  for  eons  .  their  immortality  came  with  a  price  ,  BUT  SHE  COULDN’T  PAY  IT  AGAIN  .  not  after  the  first  sleep  .  her  body  cries  out  for  the  medical  attention  it  needed  ,  the  light  gasps  of  fear  escaping  her  crimson  stained  petals  showing  that  her  lungs  screamed  for  oxygen  .  

it  was  only  when  a  male  was  hovering  over  her  ,  the  liquid  spilling  over  the  rims  of  her  lips  to  emphasize  more  on  the  matter  of  her  misery  .  she  can’t  mutter  any  form  of  speech  ,  hand  shakily  trying  to  reach  out  ;  SHE’S  TRYING  SO  HARD  .  and  it  drops  .  strength  had  not  been  a  strong  tribute  right  there  and  then  ,  and  her  fight  against  it  began  to  die  out  .

SAVE  HER  PRECIOUS  LITTLE  SOUL  AND  KEEP  IT  SAFE  .

☆  »  rapierone . ❜ liked !

UNCERTAINTY   SWALLOWS   BOLDNESS   OF   FLAME  ,   a  phoenix  taken  by  the  throes  of  war;  he  endures  destruction  with  practiced  ease,  forced  to  regard  cinder   &    the  anguish  of  fallen  with  helpless,   lamentable  gaze,   incapable  of  salvaging  more  than  what  he  alone  can  bear.   heavy  pinions  become  felled  by  his  own  desperation,  laboured  breaths  parting  his  lips  in  hot,  plaintive  gasps  as  rose  dusts  his  dirtied  face    &    dark  curls  amass  in  sweaty  disarray.    //    this  is  his  concession   –––––   to  press,   fragment  the  burdens  of  unabating  deterrents;   provisional  inconveniences  seem  peripheral  in  the  comparable  prospect  of  all  the  good  that  the  resistance  promises,    &    so  he  continues  with  distinguished  gait,   determined  to  uphold  such  ideals.

                         ❛    just   –––––   just  stay  with  us  a  little  longer,   miss  !    ❜

solicitous  proclivities  manifest  in  what  meticulously  crafted  oaths  he  offers    &     digits  poise  shakily  ‘pon  the  flesh  of  this  viscerally  familiar  effigy  of  royalty,   whose  crimson  veneer  hardly  disturbs  him  beyond  foreseeable  concern.   instincts  call  to  the  diplomatic  side  of  himself,   to  shoulder  this  hurt  for  all  those  victim  to  inordinate  evil   –––––   he  continues  with  steady  timbre,   eyes  kind    &    reminiscent  of  the  commander  beyond  defensive  lines,   whose  smile  is  reflective  of  his  unwavering  warmth.

                          ❛    my  name’s  poe  dameron.  .  .   –––––   just  keep  your  eyes  on  me,   we’ll  get  out  of  this,   no  sweat  !   can   –––––   on  the  count  of  three,   i’m  going  to  pick  you  up,  is  that  okay  ?   ❜

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wraithlings:

Celestial Mapping and Celestial Proportions by Tallmadge Doyle